Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life

If The Day Ever Comes When They Know Who They Are, They May Know Better Where They Are.

What Is Done Is Done For The Love Of It- Or Not Really Done At All.

In A Glass Of Cider It Seemed I Was A Mite Of Sediment That Waited For The Bottom To Ferment So I Could Catch A Bubble In Ascent. I Rode Up On One Till The Bubble Burst, And When That Left Me To Sink Back Reversed I Was No Worse Off Than I Was At First. I'd Catch Another Bubble If I Waited. The Thing Was To Get Now And Then Elated.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.

Everyone Asks For Freedom For Himself, The Man Free Love, The Businessman Free Trade, The Writer And Talker Free Speech And Free Press.